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Regret"Looking, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so."-David GreysonRegret by ~KazeTheCursedOne
The confession of feelings, the admission of any kind of emotional weakness was something that always left a bitter taste in the back of his throat.
Emotional attachments caused clouding of judgement and only by using the strength gained by severing them could one truly see the world as it was.
That cool logical thought was what had kept him sane over these long years.
He was Orochimaru, the white serpent. In his mind he kept a predator's chill logic, in his heart a stone. To abstain from the fervent monkey jabbering of hot-blooded fools for a s
Cooking"Cooking is like love; it should be entered into with abandon or not at all"-Julia ChildCooking by ~KazeTheCursedOne
Orochimaru would never admit weakness in something so simple. He had distilled the deepest secrets of Kekkai Genkai from the bodies of his prisoners. He had invented and mastered untold hundreds of jutsu and founded his own hidden village.
He was the one that would understand the secrets of the universe and live forever so why could he not manage to cook a simple meal for two?!
The Sannin glares at the blackened biscuit that was supposed to be dessert so it realizes how firmly it has disappointed him.
It ignores the venom of his stare and continues sm
FlowersKeep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead."Flowers by ~KazeTheCursedOne
Tenzou kept a window box like a surprising number of people in Konoha. One of the prices paid for living in the hub of the village, close at hand should the Hokage require him for a mission, was that there wasn't enough room to keep a garden like he wanted.
He had never honestly considered what he would like to be if he wasn't a ninja. The shinobi genes in him meant that could never be an option.
However he did like flowers. They added freshness to the man-made landscape.
It was the time of the spring rains where the dead skinny t
Pet"He who plays with a cat must bear its scratches."Pet by ~KazeTheCursedOne
He was dripping bright red blood all over the floor.
Swearing under his breath he stuck his hand in his mouth and sucked at the the scratch as the hissing ball of black fur pressed itself further back into the corner of the cage.
"Come on kitty, I just want to play with you."
"Tenzou, leave it alone." The familiarly cold voice says behind him.
A firm hand rests on his shoulder and the child turns around with the familiar guilty look of a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar, his own hand still firmly in his mouth.
Orochimaru sighs and brushes his fingers through the ex
Heart"If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?Heart by ~KazeTheCursedOne
You couldn't live for very long without a heart."
― Jodi Picoult
He had not been there when the Hokage had first announced that Orochimaru had been killed. He had heard the classified news second-hand from Naruto's over-enthusiasm before the Hokage got around to divulging the classified snippet of information.
He kept his face impassive through the force of years of practise alone but inside he felt a tremble in his bones. Understandably his first thought was denial. Many shino